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Make it Real & Surreal

u53l355
The_Real_Grifta
Thought Provoker
Australia
Joined 24th Aug 2020
Forum Posts: 6

Poetry Contest

Write a poem that reflects on real relatable events in a surreal manor


u53l355
The_Real_Grifta
Thought Provoker
Australia
Joined 24th Aug 2020
Forum Posts: 6

The reflections of A lost Goodbye (white lines on the bitumen)

I have driven this road so many times before in the past
I will drive this road so many more times in the future
The rout that I drive never held any further significance for me until .... well
Until I met you.
I remember driving this road for our first encounter
A full tank of anxiety fueld excitment as ,
I drove with you by my side , loving memories of our banter, driving late at night finding comfort in one another's silent presence
I remember driving that road alone , empty in my heart as I manuvered into the worst crash I have ever experienced ...

I still have to drive that road , and to me it will always be a constant reminder of you , to you it's just white lines on the bitumen .

-Grifta

Written by u53l355 (The_Real_Grifta)
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PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Dangerous Mind
Portugal 20awards
Joined 26th May 2022
Forum Posts: 325

empire-of-senses

James_A_Knight
Thought Provoker
Palestine 1awards
Joined 24th Feb 2021
Forum Posts: 102

Daily Black and White


The man opened the newspaper  
To see how the world had changed  
Since yesterday's newspaper  
The paper wrapped round his face
Filled his ears
Covered his eyes  
Silenced his mouth  
Read his mind  
Suffocated him until
He forgot his name  
He turned black and white  
Written by James_A_Knight
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ThePalestRider
Thought Provoker
United States 10awards
Joined 14th Sep 2018
Forum Posts: 42

"Anti-Schema"

I woke this morning to a sky of glass
The sun was cracked, leaking golden spills
I thought of how last night, time seemed to pass  
So slowly, like the turning of rusted mills

The coffee tasted like forgotten dreams
Each sip a memory that slipped away
And the kitchen clock whispered its schemes
While the fridge hummed a song from yesterday

The sidewalks were soft beneath my feet
Like walking on words that were never said
The trees leaned in, murmuring bittersweet
Branches tangled with the thoughts in my head

I passed a man with a face like rain
His eyes were puddles reflecting the street
He smiled at me, but it felt like pain
As if he knew the end we all would meet

At work, the papers flew like birds
Filing cabinets opened with a sigh
Phones rang not with voices, but with words  
That folded into paper planes to fly

By evening, the city had turned to smoke
Buildings drifted off into the sky
I watched as each conversation broke
Scattered like dust when the wind passed by

I got home, but the door was gone
Just an empty frame where it used to stand
So I walked right through and carried on
Fingers tracing invisible strands

The moon hung low, close enough to touch
But I knew that if I reached, it’d fall apart
And as I lay down, it all felt too much
The world, my mind, the weight of my own heart

Everavalon
Fire of Insight
Canada 7awards
Joined 19th Dec 2022
Forum Posts: 89

The raven and the peacock

Smothered in melancholy,      
words left unspoken—      
a stillness so sullen      
as if blackness was all that I stood for    
And the colours;      
the ones that sting my iris      
are the lifeblood of the audience      
in unrelenting ovation      
     
and the colours started streaking      
     
The streaks formed opinions      
Opinions formed persuasion      
And I just stood there— blunted      
     
A pinch of crimson introduced itself to my dark—      
as a reminder of a lost abundance         
the flair of my youth      
where audacity painted each quip      
I tread boulevards that stretched yonder;      
climbed mountains to every apex      
I had an attachment      
to the spirit quivering—  
once      
before the red turned black      
       
I spent years in the emerald sward      
I was a raven crowing at peacocks      
their mottle inspired me;      
in the shroud      
within a rainbow      
in the pause      
of a storm      
     
In the marble      
of bliss      
Where the desire of the colours      
was to bleed out the blackness      
to spread life to the languid;      
to embellish their whitewashed feathers      
Where lament influences      
so much less than not at all      
     
in this vivid portrait      
as my world fades to autumn      
Saffron and chestnut      
paints the sentiment      
before the snow—      
subtle shades gently introduced      
leaf by leaf      
until their release      
where their bodies blanket the fade of the flowers     
I prayed their ambiance would linger—    
that aura in crimson    
and it would paint the coat      
of every rose    
 
Written by Everavalon
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nocturnalecho
Strange Creature
Joined 8th Oct 2024
Forum Posts: 1

A Night, A Soul, A Death

When heavy midnight drapes a silent street,
And stars retreat behind a cloudy curtain,
They rise anew—emerge from the abyss,
Bring countless questions, answers yet uncertain.

Freed from the frail, decaying shells of old,
With piercing gaze and steps which echo faintly,
They creep within; their darkened tales unfold
And shatter his mind’s refuge built so saintly.

A glance through hazy glass is unavailing;
His muffled scream allures a ravens’ flock.
They stare with glee at his unnerving wailing,
While cawing out of rhythm:
Croak,
Croak,
Croak.

The fleeting glow of day is long forsaken,
A distant dream no longer in his sight.
With every breath, the pain within awakens,
And binds him tighter to eternal night.

His soul—devoid of light and steeped in sorrow—
Decays under the burden of regret,
Finds no resolve, nor hope to greet the morrow—
As nightfall reigns, with darkness overhead.

So many sacred thoughts remained unspoken,
Stuck in his throat—a crimson wretched gush.
They're futile now; the seal will stay unbroken,
Apologies are pointless, hopes are crushed.

His head now pounds, a bittersweet sensation.
How many nights has he arisen still,
With no escape, nor chance for yearned salvation?
His fate is sealed, they’re opting for a kill.

The night’s abyss, with shadows thick and drear,
Shall claim him whole—a verdict crystal clear.
Written by nocturnalecho
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 21awards
Joined 1st Aug 2021
Forum Posts: 1214

It doesn't add up!

There's a topsy-turvy place
where time runs backwards,
numbers aren't what they seem;
logical rules apply,
but not the logic we're used to.

There's a wonderful place
where I've just aged backwards
because forty-seven is less than forty-six.
Nothing is something,
zero is bigger than one million,
yet the best gift
turns out to be worthless.

In this place,
women are valued more highly than men,
but children are valued most of all.
The greatest rewards
come from working with those that seem,
on first glace,
to be difficult, awkward or spiky.
With patience, they pay dividends—
a life lesson for us all.

Where are we?
Written by Wafflenose (Ellie)
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 21awards
Joined 1st Aug 2021
Forum Posts: 1214

Pigs-in-Banquets

Fat Pigs-in-Banquets  
behind gilded doors    
decided my fate    
and probably yours.    
    
They sent us all out    
to deal with lambs bleating    
and fight a new virus,
while they kept on eating.    
     
Among us were wise owls    
with helpful suggestions,  
and loyal dogs and horses    
who served without question.    
     
The worker bees buzzed around      
making our honey    
while fat Pigs-in-Banquets    
collected the money.    
     
If one asked for help    
entertaining the mobs,    
the pigs told us firmly,    
"we're busy with JOBS!"    
     
Slowly but surely,    
the herd was persuaded    
to find pastures new—    
we'd begun feeling jaded.    
     
The fat Pigs-in-Banquets    
did what was most sensible;    
recruited more staff    
"for you're not indispensible!"    
     
In spite of their wealth,    
those fat pigs were mistaken;    
they lost many pearls    
while just saving their bacon.
Written by Wafflenose (Ellie)
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wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 11th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1874

ON THE GO

…and she came into town with a late summer breeze
Like something so retro but never seen before
Setting hearts afire bringing them to their knees
With a glimpse of heaven leaving them wanting more

It was in the look and how they breathed this dream
Lost in the secret of her windows to the soul
They could be easily carried away downstream
Into vivid fantasies that can take their toll

She carried herself with an energetic style
A bright future of endless possibilities
And they’d surrender to that contagious smile
Like a trail of stardust gifting abilities

But they knew that entities like her never stay
They stop to rest as they wait for their lucky star
Once the fates come together they go on their way
With the recollection clinging once they are far

And so she left town with that same late summer breeze
Like the one that brought her in all those years ago
Because a bright future will set the mind at ease
For admiration of a spirit on the go…
Written by wallyroo92
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dimpy
dimpsmoon
Dangerous Mind
India 7awards
Joined 9th Mar 2023
Forum Posts: 139

some white dreams

 
songs got lost somewhere,
verses became slaves of someone,
the gatekeepers of despair
started guarding the door
of self-respecting imagination,
art lost its synonyms,
winds became still and calm,
sand started forming foam in the blue ocean,
young flowers fell to the ground at a young age,
Gulmohar-like houses turned into wax overnight,
burning lamps became dim,
youth lost its passion,
emotions lost their enthusiasm,
tangles tied the feet of the soft creepers of life,
when the clouds of blackness covered the pink world...
Written by dimpy (dimpsmoon)
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The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.

Thank you to the following members for voting:

Grace, DarkPopPrincess, Rew, fianaturie8, Marks, lepperochan, moon_bather, u53l355, JiltedJohnny, Shilohverse, ReggiePoet, Anne-Ri999, Sappho, Phantom2426, MadameLavender, Tallen, DamianDeadLove, James_A_Knight

PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Dangerous Mind
Portugal 20awards
Joined 26th May 2022
Forum Posts: 325

Congatulations, my dear!

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